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Dig!
Oh my gosh, it’s 1 a.m. How in the heck did that happen? The city was gone when looked out the window this morning. All of the buildings were locked in gray. It was pouring rain by the time I was in my first meeting. I snuck out at lunchtime to hand Dough frontman Chris…
Read MoreRumours Of Love (And Other Indoor Games)
I think I know what Stevie Nicks must’ve felt like making ‘Rumours’ with Fleetwood Mac. No, no, no: not the scarves or the mounds of blow or the deviated septum or the fact that I’m schtuping the guitar player. No, it’s that the music is brand new. We’re making it up from nothing right there…
Read MoreCaramelize
I ran 18 miles this morning. I recorded ten guitar tracks this afternoon. I’m going to eat pizza and drink beer now. And I’ll be fast asleep by sunset. I spent Friday and Saturday helping Chris and Jen move. Five flights up and down in the old place, four in the new. Yikes. At the…
Read MoreThe Time/Space Continuum
Just so you know, I’m back in New York City, safe, sound and struggling to stay awake. I just woke up from an hour-long power nap, and I’m due over at Chris and Jen’s new place, so I gotta’ be quick. But I just wanted to say, real quick… Um, what did I want to…
Read MoreGigantic (A Big, Big Love)
What a gas it was to see ’em. If you had told me, say, yesterday, that I would be doing an eeny meeny between the Teen People party at Chateau Marmont, “I Love Huckabees” premiere at The Grove, or Pixies at the Greek, well, I wouldn’t have believed you. That I started my Wednesday at…
Read MoreGenie In A Bottle
So there’s this genie. And his trying to teach this kid a lesson, so he gives him seven tasks. For the first task he says, “See that mountain over there? The one with the river in the valley below? Here, take this teaspoon, and move the mountain from one side of the river to the…
Read MoreCrash Into Me
The first sound I heard this morning was the sickening, metallic thud of two cars crashing into one another. I rose from my bed, pulled back the drapes, and looked down. Sure enough, Fourth Street was backed up behind two crumpled SUVs. Aaaaaah, California. Just now, as I drove west from Hollywood some seventeen hours…
Read MoreLooking California, Feeling Minnesota
Funny thing happened when I got to L.A. I got robbed. I was less than an hour in town. I’d I landed around 10 a.m., grabbed my Hertz, pointed it north on the 405, dropped my things at Le Duble Tres (The Doubletree). I headed over to my buddy James’ in Santa Monica. We spent…
Read MoreLeaving New York
I have no business posting this right now. My Communicar arrives in seven hours. My flight leaves in nine. And yet, my bag remains unpacked, my load of fresh laundry remains in its duffel, and the only thing that’s made right now is my bed. I am ambivilent, for some reason, about the whole thing…
Read MoreBorough Of Bad Decisions, Part II
The Smith Family made me do it. Nah, I behaved. I mean, kinda’. No whiskey river. No car service. Home by, well, 1:30. My new rule is that when Scotty ‘Booty Call’ Cunningham leaves a gig, that’s my two minute warning. Two hours later, Heather (link! link! link!) and I were waiting for our respective…
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